"Coloris paribus" suggests faintly that the authorities hope to get a double-blue; but it looks as if he would have to spend most of the term in teaching Latin.
BIRD CALLS.
I.
The lark he trills his song on high,
A tiny speck on a wide blue sky;
"Tira-lir, it's sweet up here,
It's sweet up here, my dear, my dear."
The turtle-dove's in love and so
Is anxious all his world should know